Page 32 of Love on the Ice

God.

He is muscle. On muscle. And not the skinny, muscular kind of guy. He’s thick, and it’s hot. So damn hot. Every single inch of his bronzed skin is beautiful. I want to lick him. My tongue slides out and wets my bottom lip.

Reid’s lips twitch into a smirk. I open my mouth to say something but press my lips together and decide to swallow the words, considering they were about licking him, and that would be weird… right?

He reaches out and wraps his fingers around my breast, sliding his thumb along my nipple, and I whimper at the sensation. I want more of his touch everywhere. Then he does something that I don’t expect. He releases my breast and drops to his knees in front of me.

“Reid?” I ask.

He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he reaches up, grips the waist of my leggings and, with one swift motion, pulls them down to my ankles. Then, wordlessly, he takes my shoes off, one at a time, before removing my leggings and panties completely.

I’m naked in front of him.

His fingers encircle my ankle and slowly slide up the back of my calf, then the back of my knee, as he picks it up, draping my leg over his shoulder. Then his face is right there, right between my legs. I gasp and reach down, but all I can grasp is his hair.

I grip the strands of his hair, my head falling back as he begins to lick my clit. My eyes roll to the back of my head. I cannot believe I’m standing in his room with his head between my legs, and I love it.

Absolutely love it.

“Please,” I whisper.

Straightening my head, I tip my chin down and look at him, watching him eat me. Usually, I would feel embarrassed by this, but there’s something about Reid that takes the embarrassment away. Or maybe it’s because his mouth has already been right where it is now before, and I like it there so much that I can ignore the embarrassing parts.

As if he’s already memorized just what I like, the way I like it, in just a few flicks of his tongue, I come. It rushes through me, surprising me, and my breath hitches, my lips part, and my eyes widen all at the same time.

Chapter

Fourteen

REID

After she comes, I touch my mouth to the inside of her thigh, wishing I could stay right here and make her come again but knowing that my cock would retaliate if I tried. Standing, I unbutton my jeans and start to tug the zipper down as I kick off my shoes.

Lorelai is standing before me, trembling, her body covered in goose bumps. Biting the inside of my cheek, I watch her for just a moment, then wrap my arms around her and pick her up before placing her down on the bed.

I crawl above her, staying silent as her legs widen, making room for my hips. As much as I want to slide inside of her body right fucking now, I know I need to do this safely. Reaching for the nightstand drawer, I grab a condom from the small box I keep in the corner.

I rise to my knees and bring the wrapper to my lips. My teeth clamp down on the edge as I tug it open. Taking the rubber out, I toss the foil packet to the ground and slowly glide the condom over my shaft.

Instead of moving so I’m hovering over her again, I stay where I am. Shifting my hand between her legs, I slide two fingers inside of her, curling them as I begin to move. Lorelai gasps, rising on her elbows slightly.

Fucking beautiful.

Her tits move, and my gaze shifts from her face to her gorgeous breasts. When I press my thumb against her clit, she whimpers. I know she’s sensitive. But I take it slow, building her back up. I want her close. I want her pussy pulsing around my length. I want her to squeeze the cum from my balls.

I want it all.

Lorelai bends her knees, placing her feet on the mattress as she lifts her hips, meeting my fingers' movements. Her tits sway with each lift of her hips. It’s beautiful. Her nipples are hard, and the goose bumps still cover her flesh.

“Lore,” I murmur.

“I want you inside of me, Reid.”

I hum, but I can’t speak. She’s so fucking wet, so soft. My words are fucking gone. They’ve escaped me. Then she does something that surprises the absolute hell out of me. I watch as she lies back down, lifts her hands, and grips her breasts. She pinches her nipples, tugging on them.

Lorelai’s breathing is heavy as it turns to pants, her hips lifting as she searches for her release. I wonder if I can make her come again. And then again when I’m inside of her. Would three times in half an hour be a record? I feel like it might.

I can’t take my eyes off her playing with her tits. I honestly didn’t think she would be so forward, but I love it. Every second of it. I watch her. My lips press together as I clench my jaw. I’m not sure if I should move my hand and slide inside of her or if I should make her come like this.

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